From: DKW
Subject: Tex's Life, Part 1
Date: 23 Aug 1994 01:31:22 -0400
Keywords: mm series
X-Moderator-Review: 5: okay but heaven knows what it leaves up for Part 2
X-Archive-Name: tex-life.1
Note: This is my first submission.
Tex's Life
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Part 1
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Tex, short for Texas, lived in a small town in Texas. His parents had
been wildly patriotic, which explained Tex's unusual name. When he had
been young, he had been the perfect child, doing everything that his
parents could ask for. He got good grades, was a star football player,
and had many girlfriends. Little did they know about his real life.
It was Friday night, and the football game had just ended. Tex's team,
the Wildcats, had just beaten their crosstown rivals, the Badgers. It
was a close game, but a last minute touchdown run by Tex had won the
game. The coach had just finished congratulating the players, and told
them to hit the showers. "Great idea," thought Tex, and not just
because he was dirty.
His locker was in a far corner of the locker room, fairly secluded
from the rest of the room. Because he was the star, he usually got
what he wanted, which in this case was his privacy when he was
changing. After waiting for everyone else to get started, so that he'd
be just about the last person to get to the showers, he peeled his
jersey off, and took off his shoulder pads. He stripped his skin-tight
football pants off, and took off the rest of his pads. Now he was left
with just a sweat-soaked T-shirt on, and a very soaked jockstrap. He
took off his T-shirt and walked to the shower area. A common area
there in which to throw his jock was cleaned by the school staff. On
his way to the showers, he paused by a floor length mirror and looked
at himself. He was about 6 feet tall and weighed about 200 pounds.
All that weight was muscle, however, and he looked gorgeous. He had
been told he had a great chest, and as he looked at himself, he had to
agree. He had enormous pecs, the highlight of which were his tiny,
light brown nipples that stood completely erect in the chill locker
room. All the hours of sit-ups and physical conditioning had paid off,
giving him a perfect six-pack. There wasn't a single hair on his
torso.
His gaze lowered to his jockstrap, which held his bulging meat. He
couldn't wait to let it out of its cage and let it hang freely. Many
people had told him he had a beautiful cock, and large, and he had to
agree. It wasn't huge, but it was a very good size, and shaped just
right. He could see the outline of his dick and his balls in the
mirror, and decided he had better get to the showers quickly, before
he got more excited than he had already become.
The shower area was one long, tiled area, with small compartments in
which the athletes showered, separated with curtains that stretched
from the ceiling to about a foot above the ground. When he entered, he
threw his jock on top of the pile in the corner. It felt great to let
his dick loose. He lifted his arms in a long stretch, reveling in the
feeling he got as his semi-erect dick swayed in the faint, hot breeze
of the shower room.
He walked through the tiled room to the shower that he had taken so
many times that no one else used it. Looking at the floor on each side
of him as he sauntered, swaying his hips perhaps a little more than
your typical football player would, he noticed that some of the shower
compartments were already filled by four pairs of feet, and many of
the sounds coming from the showers weren't normally associated with a
shower taken for mere cleanliness. Tex gave himself a faint grin.
Most of the star players fooled around with each other, especially
after games, which all the other football players knew. Nobody said
anything, though, because they were stars (and in Texas, a star on a
high school football team is a god in his home town). Tex's grin
widened as he recalled how many of his teammates he had taken showers
with.
Finally he got to his usual compartment at the end of the corridor,
and opened the curtain without hesitation, revealing the team's kicker
standing somewhat shyly, leaning against one of the sides of the small
tiled room, with a modest grin on his face and a throbbing erection
jutting out of his crotch. Tex had never done anything of this sort
with him before, but Tex had gotten a fairly big reputation on the
football team (and one that he loved to live up to), so new people
were coming to his shower fairly often.
Carl, the kicker, stood about 5 feet 8 inches tall, and very slender
but well-defined. He had a patch of chest hair, very light brown like
the rest of his hair. His legs were very muscular, but in a slender
way, like a dancer. Tex looked at his crotch. His dick was standing
straight at attention, all six and a half inches of it. It was cut,
and the light, reddish-purple head looked like it was staring at Tex
and either daring or threatening him. Either way, it didn't take much
to get Tex to go to work.
He closed the curtain behind him, and walked the one step forward
until his now firm dick was poking into Carl's ball sac, bent over
slightly, grabbed the back of Carl's neck, and forced him into a
massive kiss. Carl was somewhat surprised for a moment, but quickly
began to move with Tex, his tongue thrusting into Tex's mouth as Tex's
thrusted into his, and moved his hips with Tex as their dicks slid
against each other's stomach. Soon, their hairless abdomens were slick
with pre-cum as the two ground their cocks against each other.
Suddenly, Tex broke the embrace and looked longingly into Carl's eyes.
Without any warning, he dropped to his knees, not caring that his feet
were fairly obvious as they stuck out from under the bottom of the
curtain. His hands slowly stroked Carl's hips from his crotch, right
around his throbbing dick, to where he grabbed the Carl's ass. He
squeezed softly, as he moved his mouth to the big, purple head of
Carl's cock. Carl reached down, and gently put his hands on Tex's
brown hair, and tried to force his head slightly closer to his meat.
Tex immediately looked up, with a mischievious grin, and said, "Uh,
uh. I'm in control now, Carl." All Carl could do was silently mouth,
"Please," his agony clearly evident on his face. Tex could tell how
horny Carl was, and he knew that he had to do something soon.
Tex opened his mouth ever so slightly, just enough to let his tongue
slip through, and flicked the top of his tongue in and out of the
piss-slit of the dick in front of him, tickling it. "Mmmmmmm," Carl
moaned very softly. Encouraged, Tex opened his mouth to allow Carl to
thrust his head into Tex's eager and wet mouth. Tex began to softly
suck on the kicker's prickhead, swirling his tongue around it
constantly. He increased the suction until Carl's knees began to
buckle, and then released it to lick again. After a few seconds of
licking, he swathed the tip of his tongue along the underside of the
head, and Carl moaned a little more.
Tex moved his right hand from its place on Carl's ass to begin to jack
off Carl's big dick. Tex began to suck more vigorously, twisting his
mouth around Carl's cock head, twirling and swirling his tongue all
over it, moving up and down slightly as his hand jacked vigorously. He
sucked, swirling his tongue around and around, and continued to stroke
Carl's shaft.
It only took a couple of minutes of this before Tex could tell that
Carl was getting ready to cum. He took his hand from Carl's shaft and
moved it down to cup Carl's balls, which were already mostly sucked up
into his body. He rubbed them gently as he sucked up the rest of
Carl's cock in one swift motion. He continued to rub his balls through
his hairy sack with his calloused hands as he bobbed his head fully
onto Carl's cock and back again, with each thrust smelling the scent
of Carl's sweaty crotch as Tex's nose bumped against his pubic hair.
Finally, Carl grunted as his knees buckled, and his dick gave one
massive throb, this time not relenting. Tex knew that Carl was about
to come, and so he quickly thrusted his mouth all the way down Carl's
shaft, and as he held his dick in his mouth, quickly ran his tongue
all the way up and down the underside of his shaft. Carl began to come,
almost violently, his entire body spasming with each spurt of jism as
it jetted onto the back of Tex's throat. The white, creamy fluid
tasted excellent as it went down Tex's throat, but quickly filled the
little space remaining in Tex's mouth. Carl's last few spurts were the
best, as his dick thrust into a mouth completely filled with his own
jism. Tex was unable to swallow all of it, and so it began to trickle
out of the corners of the quarterback's mouth, forming tiny rivulets
flowing down his stubbly chin.
Carl's orgasm finally finished, and as the last spasm wracked his
body, he fell back into a slouch, almost unable to keep himself
upright. Tex pulled his feet underneath himself and stood up, looking
deeply into Carl's tired, but extremely grateful eyes. Their eyes
locked, and their faces began to slowly come closer to each other, and
they began to kiss, Carl able to taste the salty taste of his own cum
in Tex's mouth as he plunged his tongue in, and rooted around, trying
to get all the remaining cum out of Tex's mouth. When he could no
longer taste himself there, he ended the almost frantic kiss, and took
to licking all of Tex's face. The kicker seemed almost desperate as he
licked and sucked on Tex's chin, trying to get every last drop of his
jism off the quarterback's face.
"Now it's my turn," he said softly with a faint grin on his face, and
Tex backed up a step, to allow Carl room to kneel down. As soon as he
was able, Carl dropped to his knees in front of Tex and his prick.
Carl thought that, upon closer examination, Tex's eight inch dick was
as beautiful as two of the team's linebackers had said it was, and he
took no time in beginning to lick it, beginning with the base of the
shaft, working his mouth's way all the way up its entire length,
spending extra time on the cut head. He worked his tongue down the
shaft, covering as much of Tex's dick as he could with his tongue.
After Carl had licked it from base to head several times, Tex's cock
was completely slick with Carl's saliva. The kicker stopped, looking
up at Tex's face. The surprised quarterback returned the look, his
slightly questioning. He knew exactly what was going to happen,
though, as Carl stood up. The kicker quickly kissed Tex on the lips
and turned around to face the rear of the shower cubicle.
He put his hands out in front of him, one on each side of the
penis-shaped shower nozzle, and spread his legs as wide as the narrow
walls would allow. He arched his back enough that his asscrack was
completely wide open, his pinkish hole barely visible. Tex stepped up
to him, put his hands on Carl's ass, and opened it wider. He kept the
kicker's ass cheeks separated with one hand, as he took his other and
licked his fingers, making sure they were well coated with saliva. He
took his now slick hand and brought it into Carl's asscrack, probing
his asshole with one finger. Tex's index finger went in without a
problem, and he slowly fucked Carl's asshole with it, eventually
slipping his middle finger into his ass, never stopping the thrusting
and probing of Carl's ass. He put in his ring finger, and finally his
pinky, stretching hole as wide as he could. Then, he quickly withdrew
his hand and brought it down to hold the base of his dick. With his
hand still holding Carl's ass as wide as he could, Tex guided his
prick to the kicker's hole.
Tex's dick head approached the entrance to Carl's ass, and he put his
still slick cock against the small puckered little rose of skin, and
pushed slightly. When Carl didn't open up extremely quickly, he pushed
harder, until the head of his dick shot up into his ass. He moved both
of his hands up to rest on Carl's, and their fingers wrapped together.
He rested his body on Carl's, and pushed his pelvis forward until he
was completely inside Carl. The two looked like one weird creature,
inseparable.
Tex remained there for a minute, allowing the kicker to become
accustomed to having the large prick filling his tight ass. Tex felt
almost as though his dick was in a vise, but it felt fantastic. He
could tell without a doubt that he hadn't been the first to screw
Carl, but Carl hadn't had many people. "Tex, fuck me," Carl whispered
in a nearly begging tone. Tex wanted it just as much as Carl did, so
he began to screw Carl. He pulled his dick out about an inch and then
shot it back in. The next time he pulled it out about two inches and
shot it back in. When he thought Carl could take it, he pulled almost
completely out, and rammed the full eight inches back into Carl's ass.
He pulled out again, and rammed him again.
His strokes were slow at first, and full of emotion. His dick was
moving with deliberation, so that Tex could feel every last sensation
of his dick sliding in and out of Carl's tight ass. Unconsciously, he
started moving more quickly, his strokes becoming more vigorous.
Finally, he was going at it full speed, and it wasn't long before his
entire body flexed up, and he began shooting into Carl's ass.
He grunted a couple of times, as his jism flowed up Carl's ass. After
he was all finished, he pulled out completely, and rested along one of
the side walls of the compartment. His dick began to soften, but he
was too tired to care. Carl turned around, and had a tired grin on his
face. "I'm still hard," he said to Tex, but Tex couldn't do much about
it. He felt exhausted. Considering the game, and the blowjob he gave
Carl, and his round of fucking Carl's tight ass, he figured that he
was allowed to feel tired.
Carl grabbed his shaft, and began to pump. As he pumped, he got closer
and closer to Tex's hot body. It wasn't any time at all before he was
jacking as hard and as quickly as he could, and spewed all over Tex's
stomach. With a sloppy grin on his face, he kissed Tex again, and then
turned on the water.
The two showered together, once again getting moderately aroused.
However, they didn't have the time or the energy to do anything else,
so after they had everything washed off, they left the shower area and
went back to their lockers. On the way, some of his teammates winked
at Tex, or gave him a thumbs up, or high-fived him. Tex wasn't sure
whether it was from the game, or from his shower.
He quickly got dressed, and left the locker room. He walked to his
truck, opened it, and got in. As he drove home, he was looking for a
good night's rest. However, when he got home, he would find anything
but a good night's rest.
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